In the third year I was in the mental hospital, I thought I would stay here forever, but my four brothers and Jason came to take me back.

While they were waiting at the door of the mental hospital, my hands and feet were tied tightly to the bed.

The dean, who was in his fifties, humiliated me.

The scars on my body that had just scabbed over began to bleed again.

I endured the pain all over my body and pretended that I was having a nightmare.

After all, I had been having this nightmare for three years.

Three years ago, I was thrown here by my four brothers, and I thought my life would be better.

But I was wrong.

On the first day, the dean whipped me hard on the body and face.

At first, I resisted.

"I'm the daughter of the Moore family. If my parents know about this, they'll... Ah!"

Before I could finish my words, he whipped me in the face even harder, and blood immediately gushed out.

The dean sneered, "Really? The four young masters of the Moore family and Mr. Ford have told us to beat you to death and not let you have a good day."

I trembled and lowered my head, no longer having the strength to resist.

Whenever the dean was in a bad mood, he would beat me with a whip.

On a rainy day, he was drunk and looked at me with lustful eyes, and his smile became more and more lewd.

He tied me up so I couldn't struggle.

Then he violated me.

I screamed that night, but no one came to help me.

Some nurses and patients were watching the fun. Since then, the dean humiliated me even more.

When I closed my eyes, I always thought that if I died like this, I might not feel any pain.

So I tried various forms of suicide.

But I was always discovered by the people who were monitoring me.

The dean gave me a sedative, and if that didn't work, he would give me a higher dose of anesthetic.

I felt groggy every day and didn't even remember who I was.

When I heard that the young masters of the Moore family were coming to pick me up, I was stunned.

I didn't react. "Who are they?"

After the effect of the medicine wore off, the dean asked the nurse to wash me clean and send me out.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, there stood five handsome men in suits.

They looked cold and aloof, and they looked at me with hidden resentment and murderous intent in their eyes.

Three years later, facing these five men closest to me, I still couldn't help but take a step back in fear with a pale face.

Jason took a step forward and pinched my chin coldly.

He laughed sarcastically. "It's only been three years. Why do you become like this?"

He stared at my face, which was very thin, and then he looked at the loose and ill-fitting clothes on me.

This dress was the one I wore when I came here three years ago.

Now it seemed empty.

It had been only three years...

I felt sad in my heart.

During the three years, I lost everything.

I lost my identity as a painter, my beautiful appearance, my healthy body, and my only family...

Now I was just like a dead person.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jason frowned. He let go and wiped his hand with a handkerchief in disgust.

His expression hurt me.

Three years ago, when I was not the daughter of the Moore family, he held me in his arms and looked at me tenderly, saying that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

My hands were covered with paint and hadn't been washed off yet, but he didn't mind and ran over to hug me.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "I haven't washed my hands yet. It's dirty."

He deliberately got paint on his face and said with a smile that it was not dirty at all.

But now he felt like I was the dirtiest person in the world.

"Joyce, you killed Sharon, but we only locked you up in a mental hospital for three years. Isn't that too good for you?"

Jason's voice was cold and sarcastic.

My face turned pale as I looked at the five people in front of me in horror.

"Then... why did you come here?"

Bruce snorted coldly, "Dad is going to hold a birthday party and asked us to bring you back. Otherwise, do you think we will let you go so easily?"

My eyes dimmed.

It turned out that my father thought of me because he was going to have a birthday party.

It was not that they knew the truth and forgave me.

Ben sneered and approached me, with mockery in his eyes.

"Joyce, don't think that taking you back means we forgive you.

"You killed my sister. Your punishment will never end in this lifetime.

"And..."

His voice was terrifying. "From today on, you will suffer even more."

My four brothers looked at each other and smiled.

I felt like I had fallen into a devil's cave.

I was their biological sister!

Sharon had no blood relationship with them at all. Besides, I didn't set the fire or hurt Sharon.

Why didn't they believe me?

My face turned pale, and I begged them.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please let me go..."

Xander smiled coldly, "Let you go?"

He glanced down at me and suggested the others.

"I think Joyce hasn't realized her mistake yet. Why don't we play an interesting game with her?"

Five minutes later, I understood what the "interesting game" he was talking about was.

They found a rope and tied me to the back of the Rolls-Royce.

They sat in the car while I was being dragged along by it.

The intense friction pain caused numbness.

My wails were drowned out by the roar of the car.

They laughed and stopped the car suddenly. Inertia made me rush forward and crash into the back of the car.

Blood flowed from my forehead and dripped into my neck.